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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Feb 9, 2012 0:48:32 GMT -5
*hugs back* Is Head!France mad?
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Post by Carina Jones on Feb 9, 2012 1:08:32 GMT -5
.. mad no... depressed and making it so I can't do read through with music without fear of crying which I really can't handle right now... yes.
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Feb 9, 2012 1:10:21 GMT -5
...Sorry..
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Post by Carina Jones on Feb 9, 2012 1:31:28 GMT -5
*hugs* It's ok. I knew there was a strong probability. I'll probably be up for it by tomorrow.
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Feb 9, 2012 1:42:41 GMT -5
*nods*
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Feb 20, 2012 0:07:31 GMT -5
ENDING 1 PART 2
Angelica let the lifeless body to rest, removing his head from her lap. Vinci no longer had any living people in it. Though it made sense because he was just a farming community and didn't have that many citizens made him an easy target- but why hadn't he told them he was dying? They could have helped him. Before she stood she removed the small white feather from his pocket, the tip was matted with blood but other than that it was untouched. Placing it gently on her brother's stilled chest she bit back more tears. First Lorenzo, then America, now Leonardo.
She stood, watching as the explosion had knocked most of the guards back- all that remained were she, Calabria, and the Mafia. She wiped her brother's blood from her hands. As she glared daggers at the creature who stumbled to it's feet. It growled, it's pointedly sharp teeth blood spotted as half of it's body was torn and ragged by shrapnel from the explosion.
“You bastard!” She screamed, running at Pangea, who dodged- grabbing her wrists. He twisted her around so her back was to him, his chin on her shoulder.
“My little daughter~” it said in a recognizable Italian accent. “You are my daughter~” it purred in her ear.
“Z-Zoni?” She asked, was this thing really her father?
“Si~” It purred dragging a claw down her arm- splitting the sleeve.
“Let go of my daughter,” A growl emanated from the roof above them. Sicily looked up to see someone jump off the three-story building- and land easily ten yards away from them. “Now, Pangea.”
The creature holding her snarled, it's claws digging into her arm. Her remaining shreds of sleeves beginning to stain red.
“Let go'w my sorellina!” She heard Mafia bark as he got to his feet. Blood pooled at his pants legs as he glared behind his black sunglasses, his sensitive red albino eye protected by the frames. The scar that had him half-blind peeked out above the top and bottom of the shades.
Calabria got to his feet as well, clutching a bleeding shoulder but otherwise unhurt. “You bastard tourists don't know when to fuck off and leave us Italians alone.” he snapped, his blackish hair choppily splayed in front of his face.
Pangea smirked, letting go of his target it glared at the rest of them. “My family,” it began in broken Italian, “I do not wish to hurt my familia...” Lorenzo snarled in reply, the personifications took a hesitant step back as they watched Lorenzo's fingers sharpen into points and lengthen to become black blade-like tools. “See what a monster this man has become? He is no longer your father. But I,” the creature's face contorted, tanned, and there stood the man they knew. Lorenzo Vargas Da Firenze, his warmth from the Tuscan sun radiating and heating her cold skin.
“Zoni...” she mumbled; Blinking back tears.
“Don't trust him Angelica! He'll hurt you!” Lorenzo barked from where he stood- wishing the claws would disappear so he looked normal. A sense of panic dawned in him, Pangea was faster than him- Pangea had gotten there before him and already claimed Leonardo. His brother. His little brother. He bit back his rage as he watched the duplicate of him shoot him a sly smile.
“There can be only one, Lorenzo,” it began. It's coy features disgusting him. “Crawl back to Acron, I'm sure they're willing to do more tests on you.”
“You bastard!” Lorenzo snarled, charging, his clawed limbs sweeping madly at the man who dodged and blocked each strike with a counter of his own. He swung his right hand down onto the man- who caught his wrist. Pangea pulled him forward, bringing it's hand up to embed itself in Florence's abdomen, picking the man up Pangea tossed Lorenzo over itself- sending him sprawling a few yards away.
Florence skidded to a stop on his side, his eyes squeezed shut, hiding the pain which surged across his abused form. Black blood pooled around the puncture from Pangea's wound, he grit his teeth, forcing himself to stand. Dust blew around in small wisps in the desolate city as the two faced each other. Calabria led Sicily out of the way, eying the strange creature who had touched his sister suspiciously. Was that Florence; or was the other one Florence?
Pangea, the ever-changing creature, slid off the jacket it wore, exposing a writhing mass of black tentacles which dripped which ink-like liquid. It rolled it's shoulder, flicking blood off it's sharpened fingers as it smirked at Florence. “Give up now, Old Man, you'll be dead before you know it.”
“I'm not going to let you lay a hand on either of them,” Florence growled, taking a step forward, preparing to charge again. Black seeped through his clothing as the patch of blood began to show. He could feel cold sweat begin to gather on his brow- not that he was unused to being stabbed, it was a common thing back in the Renaissance, but this was different, he knew something was off about the wound that inflicted him. He took a step forward, feeling weak. Narrowing his eyes he growled, he would not fall to this.. creature.
Pangea laughed, it's black eyes squinting with it's crooked smile, “We shall see then.”
A/N: Well then, next we'll have the battle. Shall we?
Pangea: You're going down bitch!
Lorenzo: Bastard! *tackles*
...I'll get music later, I don't want to wake my parental units up.. ._. Lo siento.
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Feb 20, 2012 0:21:09 GMT -5
oh~~ interesting~~~ *sad sigh* Vinci, you are an idiot. Why didn't you say anything!?!?!? ....wait, America died? *missed that*
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Feb 20, 2012 0:23:56 GMT -5
No, America didn't die, but I'll leave it up to you to wonder what happened.
Vin: ....
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Feb 20, 2012 0:26:12 GMT -5
........hum....
A: *hitting Vin* idiota! you should have told us!!!
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Post by Carina Jones on Feb 20, 2012 0:26:16 GMT -5
O.O T.T
*hugs* amazing.
((loss for words))
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Feb 20, 2012 0:29:27 GMT -5
*hugs back* Grazie.
Vin: VA! I'm sorry! What should I have said anyway?!
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Post by Carina Jones on Feb 20, 2012 0:33:53 GMT -5
Welcome... *glomps Vinci* If you die again I'll kill you.
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Feb 20, 2012 0:54:01 GMT -5
Angel: *still hitting* I don't know! Just something! Anything!
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Feb 20, 2012 0:55:58 GMT -5
Vin: You don't make any sense! >.< *trying to get away* And if I do die how would you be able to kill me?
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Feb 20, 2012 1:01:08 GMT -5
Angel:.....*hugs* I know, I know....but nothing makes sense....
I have to say, I think my favorite think about this is how much Pangea thinks he's Florence....its very interesting.
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